The refuge.(Poem)

 
   High in his small clean bedroom 
   he lived a fantasy tale 
   of magic aspiration-- 
   a refuge from the real, 
 
   which he'd been taught to fear 
   as a thing one mustn't trust 
   and thus had little purchase on 
   (he'd learn this to his cost). 
 
   Trained by books and solitude 
   to see himself as the all 
   he'd caught a frightened glimpse or two 
   of a harshly other world 
 
   that threatened and surrounded. How 
   could he know its ...